Who Am I?

Who Am I?

You want me to be like you
And criticise because I'm not

You expect me to see things your way
And get angry when I don't

You want my love, my affection, my body
But not my feelings, my opinions or my dreams

You took my heart and made it yours
You squeezed it dry and filled it with fear

And still I love you.

Author's Note

This Piece doesn't feel finished to me but I'm not really sure where to go from here. A work in progress...

Reviews

[Constance L. Hartwell]

It's a cliche but an artist work is never complete in their eyes. I have poems that took years to write and I feel like something is missing. Don't worry, it haapens to the best of us. I did think the poem was all over the place. I would suggest stepping away from the poem for a few weeks. When you revisit it, you may have a different perpective of how you see it. What I liked about the poem was the idea of feeling lost. I feel that way all the time. Good job nonetheless! Never stop writing :-)

[Arthur Crow]

This expresses so well the turmoil that often affects the heart. I don't think is there is anything wrong with the poem at all. It flows well, concise and effectively conveys the mood and dynamic to the reader. Much enjoyed!

[DuCeZ]

i think that is is finshed..its beautiful and simple and to the point..i luv the lines:
"You want my love, my affection, my body
But not my feelings, my opinions or my dreams

You took my heart and made it yours
You squeezed it dry and filled it with fear"

its so beauty in so many diffrent contents. i think that this is a great piece!